Posts Tagged ‘Fort Hood’

Political Correctness on steroids: The Political Correctness Bomb That Exploded At Fort Hood

November 10, 2009

Hat Tip to Texas Fred. Political correctness is a demon that tries the patience of the best of us. For my part, it the epitome of dishonesty.

Read on;

The Political Correctness Bomb That Exploded At Fort Hood

By Edward L. Daley

Nidal Malik Hasan is an Islamic terrorist who, with premeditation and contempt for our military’s anti-terrorist mission in the Middle East, murdered 13 American servicemen and women, and wounded 30 more at Fort Hood, Texas last week. To refer to him as something other than an Islamic terrorist is to ignore the painfully obvious facts surrounding the case, yet that is precisely what the leaders of the American leftist movement, and their sycophantic drones in the news media, are doing.

They are intentionally ignoring the fact that he has been a vocal critic of our nation’s war against Islamic terrorism, even going so far as to argue with soldiers under his psychiatric care against the very mission to which they’ve devoted their lives.

They are intentionally ignoring the fact that he attended the Dar al-Hijrah mosque in Great Falls, Virginia at the same time that two of the September 11 terrorists did, and has stayed in contact with its hate-preaching, imam, Anwar al-Awlaki, even though the radical terrorist recruiter has since fled to Yemen.

They are intentionally ignoring the fact that he is a Muslim extremist who handed out copies of the Quran prior to his vicious and unprovoked attack on our nation’s bravest men and women.

They are intentionally ignoring the fact that he shouted “Allahu Akbar” during the massacre, a phrase routinely exclaimed by Islamic terrorists while committing just such atrocities.

To argue that Mr. Hasan was not, as far as we know, a member of an organized terrorist group, is entirely irrelevant when considering the nature of who he is and the obvious motivation behind his heinous actions.

He is clearly sympathetic to the cause of the Islamofascists that his fellow soldiers combat on a daily basis, and has time and again exhibited a sincere disdain for America’s war policies.

The fact that Mr. Hasan is an Islamic terrorist is not in question, at least not to anyone with a functioning brain and the ability to view events objectively. He is a Muslim and he did commit an act of terrorism as sickening as any other. CASE CLOSED!

What is in question, however, is a system which has allowed so obvious a threat as he to exist within the U.S. military; nay, to do more than exist; to advance with uncommon speed to the rank of Army Major!

And what is the unmistakable flaw in that system? Rampant political correctness. Our defenses have not been weakened by a lack of understanding on our part of the enemy’s ideological worldview, intentions or methods of operation. We know exactly who we’re facing, what they want and how they intend to accomplish their goals.

The fault lies with those military commanders and their counterparts in the political realm who have chosen to forgo the rational courses of action associated with the concept of self-preservation, all in the name of multiculturalism.

In essence, it is we who have blown a gaping hole in our own defenses, for no better reason than to appear ethnically and culturally tolerant to the rest of the world, and it is we who must seal that hole as soon as humanly possible.

We have allowed the cancer of political correctness to permeate every aspect of our society for at least a generation, and now it has settled in the last bastion of hope for liberty and justice in the world, the United States armed forces. Advanced by enemy spies, political cowards and traitors alike, this weapon of mass delusion is as dangerous to America’s survival as anything the Islamofascists can throw at us. The true horror of this particular weapon is that we created it, and it is only we who can be harmed by it.

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Fort Hood: A Free fire zone, so much for gun control

November 10, 2009

Much has been written over the past few days about the Fort Hood incident. As usual, the Brady Bunch and others are calling for more gun control. As if weaponry on military bases are not already under strict control. Be that as it may my inbox has been filling up with various states of rage. I don’t really call it correspondence, after all, most up until now have been emotional venting ‘s. This includes some from people that are well educated, current and former military, and fellow emergency workers. Then, I opened up the mailbox this morning, and a friend had forwarded something that he had received first hand. This person is a trusted confidant, and for opsec reasons a few lines have been edited out to protect the source’s. So much for gun control…

H/T to Neil

This was sent to me supposedly from a 1st hand account from the friend of a friend. I believe it-you can choose to believe or disbelieve as you wish.

I thought you might find this interesting.

I received this from a friend today. The writer, a JAG (Lawyer) officer was
a first person participant in what took place at the Soldier Readiness
Center at Fort Hood on last Thursday. This is his personal
account of events. When you read this understand it was written after a very
long and very busy day. These are his words and phrasing.

> What happened.

Since I don’t know when I’ll sleep (it’s 4 am now) I’ll write what happened (the abbreviated version. the long one is already part of the investigation with more to come. I’ll not write about any part of the investigation that I’ve learned about since inevitably my JAG brothers and sisters are deeply involved in the investigation) .
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Don’t assume that most of the current media accounts are very accurate.They’ re not. They’ll improve with time. Only those of us who were there really know what went down. But as they collate our statements they’ll get it right.
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I did my SRP last week (Soldier Readiness Processing) but you’re supposed to come back a week later to have them look at the smallpox vaccination site (it’s this big itchy growth on your shoulder). I am probably alive because I pulled a ———- and entered the wrong building first (the main SRP building).
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The Medical SRP building is off to the side. Realizing my mistake I left the main building and walked down the sidewalk to the medical SRP building.As I’m walking up to it the gunshots start. Slow and methodical. But continuous.
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Two ambulatory wounded came out. Then two soldiers dragging a third who was covered in blood. Hearing the shots but not seeing the shooter, along with a couple other soldiers I stood in the street and yelled at everyone who came running that it was clear but to “RUN!” I kept motioning people fast.
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About 6-10 minutes later (the shooting continuous), two cops ran up, one
male, one female. We pointed in the direction of the shots. They headed that way (the medical SRP building was about 50 meters away). Then a lot more gunfire. a couple minutes later a balding man in ACU’s came around the building carrying a pistol and holding it tactically.
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He started shooting at us and we all dived back to the cars behind us. I don’t think he hit the couple other guys who were there. I did see the bullet holes later in the cars. First I went behind a tire and then looked under the body of the car. I’ve been trained how to respond to gunfire…but with my own weapon. To have no weapon I don’t know how to explain what that felt like. I hadn’t run away and stayed because I had thought about the consequences or anything like that. I wasn’t thinking anything through.
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Please understand, there was no intention. I was just staying there because I didn’t think about running. It never occurred to me that he might shoot me. Until he started shooting in my direction and I realized I was unarmed.
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Then the female cop comes around the corner. He shoots her. (according to the news account she got a round into him. I believe it, I just didn’t see it. He didn’t go down.) She goes down. He starts reloading. He’s fiddling with his mags. Weirdly he hasn’t dropped the one that was in his weapon. He’s holding the fresh one and the old one (you do that on the range when time is not of the essence but in combat you would just let the old mag go).
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I see the male cop around the left corner of the building. (I’m about 15-20 meters from the shooter.) I yell at the cop, “He’s reloading, he’s reloading. Shoot him! Shoot him!) You have to understand, everything was quiet at this point. The cop appears to hear me and comes around the corner and shoots the shooter. He goes down. The cop kicks his weapon further away. I sprint up to the downed female cop. Another captain (I think he was with me behind the cars) comes up as well.

She’s bleeding profusely out of her thigh. We take our belts off and tourniquet her just like we’ve been trained (I hope we did it right…we didn’t have any CLS (combat lifesaver) bags with their awesome tourniquets on us, so we worked with what we had).
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Meanwhile, in the most bizarre moment of the day, a photographer was standing over us taking pictures. I suppose I’ll be seeing those tomorrow. Then a soldier came up and identified himself as a medic. I then realized her weapon was lying there unsecured (and on “fire”). I stood over it and when I saw a cop yelled for him to come over and secure her weapon (I would have done so but I was worried someone would mistake me for a bad guy).
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I then went over to the shooter. He was unconscious. A Lt Colonel was there and had secured his primary weapon for the time being. He also had a revolver. I couldn’t believe he was one of ours. I didn’t want to believe it. Then I saw his name and rank and realized this wasn’t just some specialist with mental issues. At this point there was a guy there from CID and I asked him if he knew he was the shooter and had him secured. He said he did.
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I then went over the slaughter house. – the medical SRP building. No human should ever have to see what that looked like, and I won’t tell you. Just believe me. Please. there was nothing to be done there.
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Someone then said there was someone critically wounded around the corner. I
ran around (while seeing this floor to ceiling window that someone had jumped through movie style) and saw a large African-American soldier lying on his back with two or three soldiers attending.
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I ran up and identified two entrance wounds on the right side of his stomach, one exit wound on the left side and one head wound. He was not bleeding externally from the stomach wounds (though almost certainly internally) but was bleeding from the head wound. A soldier was using a shirt to try and stop the head bleeding. He was conscious so I began talking to him to keep him so. He was 42, from North Carolina, he was named something Jr., his son was named something III and he had a daughter as well. His children lived with him. He was divorced. I told him the blubber on his stomach saved his life. He smiled.
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A young soldier in civvies showed up and identified himself as a combatmedic. We debated whether to put him on the back of a pickup truck. A doctor (well, an audiologist) showed up and said you can’t move him, he has a head wound. we finally sat tight.
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I went back to the slaughterhouse. they weren’t let ting anyone in there. Not even medics. finally, after about 45 minutes had elapsed some cops showed up in tactical vests. someone said the TBI building was unsecured. They headed into there. All of a sudden a couple more shots were fired.People shouted there was a second shooter. A half hour later the SWAT showed up. there was no second shooter. that had been an impetuous cop apparently, but that confused things for a while.
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Meanwhile I went back to the shooter. the female cop had been taken away.
A medic was pumping plasma into the shooter. I’m not proud of this but I went up to her and said “this is the shooter, is there anyone else who needs attention… do them first”. she indicated everyone else living was attended to. I still hadn’t seen any EMTs or ambulances.
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I had so much blood on me that people kept asking me if I was ok. but that was all other people’s blood. Eventually (an hour and a half to two hours after the shootings) they started landing choppers. they took out the big African American guy and the shooter. I guess the ambulatory wounded were all at the SRP building. Everyone else in my area was dead.
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I suppose the emergency responders were told there were multiple shooters. I heard that was the delay with the choppers (they were all civilian helicopters) . They needed a secure LZ. but other than the initial cops who did everything right, I didnt’ see a lot of them for a while.
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I did see many a soldier rush out to help their fellows/sisters. There was one female soldier, I dont’ know her name or rank but I would recognize her anywhere, who was everywhere helping people. A couple people, mainly civilians, were hysterical, but only a couple. One civilian freaked out when I tried to comfort her when she saw my uniform. I guess she had seen the shooter up close.
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A lot of soldiers were rushing out to help even when we thought there was another gunman out there. this Army is not broken no matter what the pundits say. Not the Army I saw.
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Then they kept me for a long time to come. oh, and perhaps the most surreal
thing, at 1500 (the end of the workday on Thursdays) when the bugle sounded we all came to attention and saluted the flag. In the middle of it all.
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This is what I saw. It can’t have been real. But this is my small corner of what happened.